Friends, it's time I share some non-running info au sujet de moi: I have a shit ton of French homework. No more hot French teacher, alas, but I happen to have it on good authority that Hottest French Teacher Ever is still Hottest French Teacher Ever.Nonetheless, this means that my Friday night is quite full. Not of fun things, like getting hammered (but I am having a Jamesons), making poor life decisions, and washing my hair. No, Friday night is relegated to reading a 530 page book on inter-war French cinema. Needs to be done by next Thursday and ready for a 10 minute presentation. FML. Don't get me wrong, I like the book and I'm excited about the class...I just wish I had another week to read this book.
But wait...I have a 5K in the morning, and I'm a little on the sore side from my recent trips to the gym. Probably shouldn't be lifting weights. Ah well. Hindsight and all that...
So now I'm reading my book and foam rolling at the same time. Bask in my duality, minions!
Race report to follow.
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